Ekphrasis on an Imagined Pastoral Landscape
we diminish beneath happiness
without you she
considers the unfocused clouds
blueprints
madness and prophecy
run coldly
past the night forest
the slight rosary of the stars
your treetop microscope
looks through
a cathedral organ toward
organisms whose function
we have yet to discern
you close up your glance
put down her attention
look for instructions
find only bone
Published on The Laundry Line, 18 November, 2025.
